#please help me :(

[musingmanor]

Hey guys could you guys kindly donate to my Kofi, Not only do i need new tablet + software (i make money thru my art) , but i need some extra funds bc not only am i not employed but after being duped into a scam (i was talkint to these ppl for days and was under the impression i was going to be hired but foundout a bit too late they were a fraud place) my mom has cut me off finacially deeming me unworthy of her funds and i have like $80 in my bank acc alone. this isnt really good for my mental health esp since i have an ab/usive parent and may be homeless since she isnt starting to cut me off bit by bit after draining me for years finacially.

edit: If you wanna buy some adopts off my shop theyre still up

[honestlyijustfindhersocharming]

this is the only context i'm giving for my swap au right now. you're welcome.

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[petalpetal]

so there is a painted version of this photo that has a beautiful but obscure title to it y'all please help me find it its probably one of my favorite paintings ever

[veryenemyhideout]

Peace be upon you.. My name is Lama Shaheen, I am a heart patient, I have cancer and diabetes, and I want your help and my family’s help to get out of Gaza because Gaza is a very dangerous place, my family faces death at every moment and second....🍉🇵🇸💔😢

My brothers have been afflicted with difficult💔😭 and painful skin diseases due to displacement and moving from one place to another. The intense heat in the tents has exhausted us, and unfortunately there is no treatment. We need your urgent help and donations to save us.

[pisscentral]

.just . yeah

[basilletheprecious]

Hough I've been putting this off for awhile cause I haven't wanted to accept the reality of it but. Yeah. Gotta do it eventually

So like. I'm boutta be homeless! :'D

I've got some peeps who are getting me hooked up with a ride to a homeless shelter

Long story but I kinda gotta. Move states in and be homeless there instead, cause like. I don't have a support network for myself where I am, I don't have any connections with anyone to helo me out. But I will where I'm going. Nobody's gonna take me in, but I'd have people who can help me out when I need it. Which is better than like. Having nothing at all.

So it'd be rightfully stupid of me to not take that opportunity yea?

Problem is err, I'm still gonna be homeless, obviously. So I kinda need money

For like. Anything

Food, clothes, hygiene supplies, transportation, what have you. Unlike the other times I've regrettably had to make a post, this time around there's not going to be any sorta set goal for how much I need.

I just need like, money, in general. Seriously though, please help me out besties.

https://www.paypal.me/HunterNohejl

[bi-writes]

the knock at his door is a ferocious one. it rattles the hinges, shakes the doorway. it is not a kind knock. it is the knock of anger, of impending terror, of death at his door, but he knows that if he doesn't answer, he will be even more sorry. (ghoap x curvy!fem!reader, 18+, smidge of dark)

johnny isn't happy. he yanks the door open, glaring, knowing who is on the other side. his superior, his lieutenant, the fucking tart that started this whole thing in the first place, the bastard that stands a few inches too tall, is that what she sees in him, too tall, is that much bigger than me, the fucking--

"dinnae want t'talk to ye, ye fuckin'--"

"'f y'know wot's fuckin' good f'ya, you'll shut y'r fuckin' mouth," ghost snaps. his accent is thick and gravelly. he moves over the threshold, pushing johnny back, his eyes dulling over as he presses an accusing finger against johnny's chest. "y'r gonna pick up the bloody phone, 'n y'r gonna call 'er."

"she's a right--"

ghost hisses, a heady growl coming out roughly as he grips johnny around the throat and slams him against the nearest wall. the entirety of it shakes, and the pictures there nearly fall, and johnny chokes as he tries to scramble, but ghost is too strong, too rough, too overpowering. there is something behind his movements, some purpose, and it makes something acidic bubble in johnny's throat.

"don't you fuckin' dare finish that sentence," ghost snarls. "don't care wot it is y'think y'feel, do y'really wanna have tha' on your conscious, y'fuckin' bastard, yeah? want her t'know tha' is the last thing y'called her?"

johnny sputters. he's gasping for air, but it's hard, and his eyes water. even though johnny hates him, even though he loathes the man he used to admire, he knows ghost is right. his lip trembles. it wouldn't be right to say it, it wouldn't be right to call you anything other than what you are, and that is beautiful, bonnie, the stars in the sky and the water in the soil and the dream he always has but cannot remember but one he knows is all he wants and more.

"ye took 'er from me," johnny gasps. "took her from me, and she's all i've ever wanted..."

"took nothin' from ya. now call 'er," ghost growls. "pick up the phone, and y'call her. she's hysterical. 'n i won't 'av it."

"ye won't 'av it? fuck off with ye!"

ghost tilts his head to the side, using his forearm now and pinning johnny to the wall. they meet eyes, and even though johnny pulls a brave face, he is staring at a man who clawed his way out of his grave. a man that endured days of torture and inexplicable horror, that knew the taste of his own blood from another's. johnny is strong-willed, but this is a battle he will not win.

"won't tell ya again," ghost mutters. "i mean tha'."

johnny's tired. he loathes. he hates. he feels sick. he wants to claw and kill and blow something up, but then ghost is letting him go, he's taking in full breaths, and there's a voice in his ear suddenly, an unfamiliar sound of a beautiful voice that he knows. she's crying.

"johnny? j-johnny, i-is that you?"

"mmmph," he coughs. "mmm..."

even riddled with sadness, you sound as pretty as always.

"johnny, i'm sorry," you whimper. he can picture your face, probably a gorgeous pout, tears gathering along your cheeks that normally are from the brunt of his cock, but now they're the proper response from your panic. "johnny, i'm...i'm so sorry--"

"'s..." he hums. "'s a'right, lovey. shhh. quiet."

"johnny, please--please come home, i-i...i can't stand this, i don't want to...i-i--"

"told ye to quiet," he murmurs. "quiet."

and you do, but he knows there's tears, he knows you're probably still there on the other side, your cries muffled into your hand. you probably still look so beautiful, probably sitting there in one of his jackets and nothing else, perched on the bed he shares with you and looking like an entire meal.

"ye lied to me, bonnie," johnny tuts, and ghost steps closer, into his space. watch it, his eyes say, and johnny glares. "why did ye lie?"

you whine, "i didn't know what to say...i...i just thought--"

"ye thought what?" johnny prods. "ye thought i would nae find out about it all? what did ye think, what the bloody fuckin' hell did ye--"

ghost walks forward, enough that johnny is pressed flat against the wall. ghost leans down, tilting his head, close enough that he feels the warmth of johnny's breath as they stare down each other.

"say y'love 'er, johnny," ghost mumbles in his ear. he comes closer, one thick thigh fitting between johnny's legs. "say it."

johnny swallows. "i love ye, bonnie."

a quiet whine, and then your soft voice, "i-i love you so much, johnny--"

"say y'want her, johnny," ghost encourages him, in that low voice that is starting to make johnny's head a little lighter.

"i miss ye," johnny whispers. "sorry for not having me head on right, love..." he hisses when ghost pinches him. "ahh--i want ye. want yer bonnie face...yer bonnie cunt...got to know it. got to know how much i want ye."

ghost shuts his eyes when he hears your breaths. desperate, a little emotional, that beautiful lilt that drew him in the first time.

"tell 'er ye want to eat 'er, johnny," ghost hums. "tell 'er she tastes like sweets." ghost comes closer, his pelvis against johnny's, and there is no space between them. johnny's blue eyes are bright, pupils dilated, and when ghost opens his eyes, they stare at each other, some kind of understanding that they have never had before.

they've been to the same place. they've seen the same eden. the love of the same woman, the taste of the same forbidden fruit, the kind of thing that men like them dream of having but give up for the sake of their sanity--

"want to eat ye, love..." johnny sighs, and his eyes flutter when ghost reaches up and smooths a gloved hand along his throat. his adam's apple bobs, he is so alive, and ghost tuts lowly as he speaks. "taste so good...think about it all the time...about getting under yer skirt," he sighs deeply when ghost's hand moves lower, against his chest, "cum so nice, bonnie, when ye sit on m'face..."

"j-johnny--" ghost grits his teeth when he hears you. pretty baby girl, probably squeezing your thick thighs together, maybe leaning over to show off your soft hips to no one in particular, tits pressed together because your hand is drifting low and circling against you because he knows you probably aren't wearing any fucking knickers, "anything for you, baby...you know i would, you know i'd do anything..."

"i know, my pretty," johnny coos. "will ye wait for me? will ye wait before ye get ahead of yerself, love? ye will, yer a good girl..."

"y-yes--" you whine. "y-yes, i'll wait for you...please come back...please--"

"should i bring back yer keeper?" johnny asks. blue eyes on dark ones, the look of a thousand words, the look of newness, of acceptance, of the power of two being so much greater than one.

two gloved fingers make their way down his throat. petting johnny's pink tongue, stuffing him full, reminding him of his place, where he truly is, where he belongs and where he is always meant to be. he relaxes his throat, and ghost snarls, satisfied, when johnny takes the girth of it easily. he touches the back of johnny's throat, and ghost's eyes flash when he hears your sweet voice on the other end.

"simon...i know you're there. be nice. or we won't get to play."

[shadowyenthusiastdream]

These may be my last words about my children 😢🍉.. It's like the war has returned again.. I don't know when this entity that is usurping our people will stop.. Maybe they will kill us all..

This link is my last hope.. I didn't urge you to publish it because you are free.. There is no longer any meaning to anything...

I want to tell you that Israel killed many of my family members, neighbors, friends and loved ones. I just want to help my children get out of Gaza and meet them after a whole year of deprivation. Pray for my poor daughter Walaa and her siblings to stay alive and to get insulin in these harsh conditions💉💉.😭🇵🇸🍉

[dutifullymykid]

Hello, I am writing by Mustafa

. Today I need your help. Since October 7th, we woke up to a nightmare that destroyed our lives. Since then, we have not known the taste of life. We are homeless. Our home and my workplace were destroyed. There is nothing left. I have a family who need food and basic daily needs to survive... Also, my wife is blind and I have a heart condition and we need treatment. Your simple help makes a big difference and changes our lives. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I honor you and your prayers for us, my dears...

Please help me in Family

This is my house it is completely destroyed nothing is left please save my family and my blind wife

My These are my son Mohammed's children. Their lives have been deprived of freedom, housing, food and treatment. We are now sleeping in a tent in Deir al-Balah after being displaced 8 times. I hope you will do us the honor of donating on this link for the children and my poor blind wife 😭🥺💔🇵🇸

[islawila]

dont know whats wrong with me but im pretty sure old man logan would fix it x

[fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow]

does anyone know how dick gets the nightwing suit on and off?? like i’m writing a fic. is it one whole thing?? is it a two piece?? does it zip up?? a zipper feels like a wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen tho.

[k9emote]

any angel/wings emotes? maybe like a wing hug if that makes sense? our system has a lot of angels. preferably with black wings if possible. we really like your style :3 no pressure ofc

Apologies for taking so long, we have been recovering from recent events. Emojis will kick back up and that discord emote server is on its way. For those who are curious about commissions; We are also in the process of setting up a Paypal account. Love you all - Warden

Black Angel (Halo)

White Angel (Halo)

Black Angel

White Angel

Black Wings

Brown Wings

Gold Wings

White Wings

Wing Wordmoji

Black Winged Bird Instinct

Brown Winged Bird Instinct

Gold Winged Bird Instinct

White Winged Bird Instinct

Bird Instinct Template! (feel free to use in order to design your own wings) [with proper credit.]

Angel Wordmoji (White)

Angel Wordmoji (Black)

Winged hug

Winged hug (roles switched)

Winged hug (both)

So tired. Had fun. Enjoy

[strawlessandbraless]

Godstiel but he was crazy horny and obsessed with Dean. Going around preaching the good word of Dean and reading from the Winchester Gospel (supernatural books). He’d put Dean Winchester on all the stained glass windows and replace Jesus on the Crucifix with Dean on the Rack.

[ilovepannacotta]

omg its him (again)

[another-delta-lover]

Does anyone have that one fanart that replicates the comic's artstyle that's something like this?? I've been tryin to find it, I can't:( !!

[skys-metro]